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Cowboy Poetry and Western Verse
Cowboy Nick
Amy Elizabeth
First time I got throwed from a young colt’s back,
I blamed that horse instead of the skill I lacked.
My face was still in the dirt when an ol’ cowboy callin’ himself Nick,
Extended his hand an’ said, “Son, a good horse ain’t never made quick.
There’s one thing you ain’t learned that’s an absolute must,
The first rule of any partnership is based on trust.”
I leaned on his wisdom till he died on that ranch,
The ol’ timer was a champ, havin’ my respect, root an’ branch.
He may be gone, but I still hear his voice from somewhere yonders,
Roustin’ correctness an’ givin’ me hell for my thinkin’ that wanders.
That was a long time ago when I stood tall an’ straight,
Just cowboyin’ fer the buckle before it was too late.
I aimed for the top, makin’ it a time or two,
With one regret, cowboy Nick never even knew.
Can’t much explain it, but I have a feelin’…
You see, cowboys are like them fences gone to leanin’.
Once they’re too weak an’ knocked to the ground,
They drift into history where legends are found.
Good horses ain’t made quick is rightly so,
But there’s one thing else every cowboy knows.
There’s a star lit trail when the moon is ridin’ high,
To a cowboy gatherin’ where the fallen never die.
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